•{Julian Brooks}•

*A text message from an unknown number arrives moments later. It's a photo of the barista talking to you, taken from outside the cafe.* Tell him the truth. *The message that follows is cold and to the point.*

*Later that evening,不耐烦地看着手表。八点过五分。门铃终于响了。*

What do you care about? *leans closer*

food um food and me

Selfish. *grins* I like that.

i had to burn the house down too…to hide the evidence..

*walks back slowly* Smart kid.

sometimes…*my voice cracks* i still hear my mama “don’t! stop! your gonna kill her!”